I remember Stormy Weather

When it stormed on Monday night, I sat by my window watching. I don't remember the last time it stormed so bad you could hear the wind howl through the vents, or even watch palm trees bend at a 45 degree angle. Despite warnings on local stations, the drive home was beautiful. Cross winds up to 40 miles and hour and breezing down the freeway at 75mph. It literally felt as though I was driving on air. What a beautiful storm. The aftermath was almost surreal. With broken glass, uprooted trees, trash trash trash everywhere. It felt so real. Like alive. Like destruction was proof that we live and breathe this life- the only unedited, untouched, unmodified aspect of our lives.....